The next morning, Lin Yun got up early.
He didn't hurry to the Limit Dojo. Instead, he made some preparations first. He took a plain gray tracksuit from his Space Ring and changed into it, messed up his hair, and made a few simple adjustments to his face—thickening his eyebrows, adding a little fake stubble to his chin, and using thin strips of tape at the corners of his eyes to change their shape. He had learned these tricks in the Coiling Dragon World. They were simple, but enough to keep anyone who didn't know him well from recognizing him.
The young man in the mirror looked to be in his early twenties, nothing like his original fifteen-year-old self.
"That should do it." Lin Yun nodded in satisfaction.
He planned to sell off the monster materials in his ring—the fur of the Mighty Force Ape, the skin, fangs, and venom glands of the Seven-Colored Poison Python, along with the monster materials left behind by the ring's previous owner. The materials were worth more than fifty billion in total, and he planned to sell them all at once.
The problem was that their origins were unclear, so he couldn't sell them through the Limit Dojo's official channels. The HR Alliance was even less of an option; going there would be like walking straight into a trap. He needed a buyer who didn't ask where the goods came from and cared only about the merchandise and the money.
The black market.
Lin Yun had done his research on the Warrior Forum at Limit Home and knew of several reputable black-market dealers in the underground world. They didn't ask where the materials came from, only about their quality and price. Deals were usually made at a hidden location somewhere in the Wilderness Area,